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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, astrological science
rappin violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
telekinesis is cuttin fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but like you could tell its from Jesus.
As good as Brief is,
with the force of a sorcerer, never put in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
your formula,
cause im formin a of versus,
or its a chorus or when i smoke a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, like the orical,
mp3 players let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary Trackster, not scared to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is have to go by me cause long as i dont got no I.D.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry I'ma give um,
They said it was hot so the media hype.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat no escape yall]
the [no turin back, im here forever]

i the era where terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, a mack with no hesitation.
or not, I'm givin my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin harder an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
days is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an what to yes yall,
an, I cant help the violence when i kick random rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up sinuses or pantomimes,
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you off the way my grammar rhyme.
fixation on my is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the is elegant, throw like an elephant.
They shoulda um that i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the sense break dancin on linoleum.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat. [aint no yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im forever]

Coolin with the eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand niggas an fake bitches.
make me upset my stomach,
them killas will through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my but fly Donald Goines a rat,
fuck wit fly tender loins.
You know it, you it, you know gotta go,
you cant live here, word to the mamas a no.
by dons an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
Dont worry you a good nigga, in that zone,
you speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got some Chicago nigga that do it quick fast for bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America 3 bags of dope in black bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.